Yes. Hopefully you'll nod off

As you lean back, you wonder if you'll be able to fall asleep. The coffee seems to be stirring your mind, and Sarah's cleavage, ripe and full and pressing against the contours of her shirt, is stirring your body. You take a few deep breaths and you work to go to sleep.

You jolt awake with some turbulence. You feel another shake and immediately reach over to steady yourself against the arm of the airplane's seat. You instead find your handd filled with Sarah's big, soft, perfect tit. You grunt as you almost instinctively squeeze her breast gently, and you find yourself groping your coworker. You pull away for a moment before a hand traps your wrist. "No," you hear Sarah's voice breathe. "Get a good feel."

"I'm sorry," you tell her. Sarah grunts as she pushes your hand almost into her tit. You fight a groan as you feel her flesh spill away and around your hand.

"I'm not," she says. She leans over a bit and you realize that now the girls across the aisle can't see any of your (formerly) accidental groping. "I've been waiting for you to do something like this since like a week after you started working at the magazine. And I made sure that I was going to tell you on this trip before any of the other girls got their hooks into you." She glances up at you. "If you weren't going to make a move by the end of the day, I was probably going to jump you. Glad I don't have to." Your hand seems to be moving as if it has a will of its own.

"I had no idea," you reply, still kneading her big jug. Sarah grunts. "You've really been interested for that long?"

"Since your promotion," she nods. "Pull it out," she tells you. You look at her with wide eyes. "Yes. On the plane. I promise I'm okay with you playing with my big tit on a plane." You glance around, and Sarah grins and licks her lip.

"Oh, you're going to be fun. Just..." and she reaches up and slowly pulls her shirt back, revealing an overflowing bra cup. "Do you want to see this big tit you've been staring at for so long?" You grunt as your hand slides up again, and Sarah gives a low, humming sigh. You reach into the bra cup, unbelieving that you're doing so in such a public place, and you can feel yourself stiffen as you hold her hefty tit in your hand.

"Oh fuck John," Sarah whispers. "Do you want to just hold my tit in the bra? Snuggle in with your new plaything?" You groan, and pull her tit up. "Look at it." You can't help but stare. "Good. You really do like them, huh?" she asks, and she's being teasing, but you detect some sincerity.. and maybe hope in the question.

You grin as you bounce her tit in her bra, and Sarah groans around your molestation of her giant breast. "It's huge," you whisper. Sarah holds back a chuckle and nods. "They feel bigger out of the bra, but I do appreciate your restraint in a public area. Maybe we can get you over that after a couple of days," she teases. You glance at her.

"Oh, if this is all it took to hook you, you and I would be married by now," Sarah says. "You are such a gentleman at work. Talk about mixed signals," she teases.

"Well you always wore these low-cut shirts," you respond.

She grins. "About a week after you showed up, yeah." Your eyes widen. "I didn't think you had a thing for big tits," she continues. "But I won't lie. I like the attention these bring. So I kept wearing them."

"Holy..." Sarah chuckles quietly.

"It's all good now, John. Just play with my overflowing tit. I can't wait to show you what you've been missing." Sarah leans into your shoulder and looks up at you.